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By the time I opened my door, he was there, closing it behind me as we walked up to my building, his hand light at the small of my back. He continued to speak.
“Rhys was into sports and construction, I was all about music, nature and animals.”
“How did you get to look like this?” I waved a hand over his glorious physique.
“I hit a growth spurt when I was seventeen and shot up four inches. My parents thought I had finished growing, I was already six feet tall, same as Rhys. I was not happy with the extra four inches. Being that size was not going to be comfortable in my chosen line of work, working within the confines of a surgery. So, I started to work out. I figured if I stayed lean, I’d fit.”
“Did it work?”
“Mostly. It’s still a tight squeeze,” he said as we headed up the elevator, “my dream is to one day build a surgery from the ground up that better accommodates me. My size is a benefit when I'm dealing with farm animals, though, so it’s not all bad.”
“You deal with farm animals?”
“Sure,” he rumbled. “There are lots of farms on the outskirts of Bridgewater.”
I slipped my key in the lock, opened the door, and walked in, still tethered to him by his hand on my back.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“Water would be great, curly.”
There was a slight but noticeable tremor in my hand as I filled two glasses of water. He covered my hand with his.
“Okay, curly. I don’t want you to be this nervous so I’m going to tell you exactly what’s going to happen.”
He waited for my nod and then continued. “I’m going to drink my water. Then I’m going to use your shower. If you would like to take a shower you can, but it’s not necessary.”
“Why are you showering then?”
He stepped into my space, bringing our faces close together. “I need to take the edge off,” he murmured.
I looked at him quizzically. “You need to relax?”
He huffed out an amused breath, cupped himself lightly with his big hand, and repeated those same words.
“I’m all ramped up from playing. I need to take the edge off so I can do this with you the way I’ve dreamed of for so long.”
Understanding hit me sending fire to my cheeks.
“Oh,” I breathed, then added without thinking, “I wish I had a bigger shower.”
He blew out a breath, wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, and pulled me up to him, tucking his face into my neck. His heavy chest expanded with his deep inhale. He dragged his lips firmly up the side of my neck and along my jaw until he claimed my mouth, softly, gently. I rested my hands on his deep chest. Both of us trembled, with need, with desire, with relief to finally give in to what had always been inevitable.
“Are you sure, Willa?” he murmured against my lips. “I don’t know how gentle I can be tonight.”
In answer, I pressed closer, and slid my hands around his back.
“I’m sure,” I gulped.
I wanted it, I wanted him, but he was so intense, never more so than in that moment, his kaleidoscope eyes dark and intent on mine.
The muscles of his broad back flexed under my hands. He wrapped his other arm around my lower back, arching my body further into his.
Lord, he was strong.
My stomach dipped and my heart fluttered in my chest. I felt him hard against my stomach and I rubbed against him experimentally. His eyes went heavy. I pushed up onto my tiptoes, wanting to feel him lower. He brushed his mouth softly over mine, testing, watching.
I couldn’t believe this was finally going to happen. I could sense him holding back, his hands firm but his mouth gentle. He sealed his mouth over mine and stroked my tongue with his and I opened to him, wanting him, wanting to give him me. His beard rasped against my face, and I shivered at the thought of it on other places on my body.
